Foolproof [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4 -All I wanna do is make you dance with me

Ryan could be a world class jerk when he wanted to, and right now he was doing a pretty good job. Mr Johnson had conveniently left the classroom, after warning us to not to get into trouble (yeah, right) and Ryan took the chance to walk up to where I and Harry were sitting.

"So, Lewis."

"It's Louis, asshat."

"Don't be smart princess; you know you'll regret it." Ryan's hand came to rest on my shoulder in a tight grip. The last thing I wanted was detention for the rest of my life, so I force myself to shrug his hand off, "Go away Ryan."

"Listen princess-"

"I think he said go away," Harry stands up, his eyes narrowed in distaste as he looked down at Ryan, Harry was a head taller than him, and seeing Harry all riled up may or may not have made me a little or more than a little breathless.

"Fag," Ryan spits out angrily and I lost it at that. He did not call Harry that (okay, maybe I was being a little too protective. Don't blame me).

"Oi! Take that back!" I shout as I push him roughly, causing him to stumble backwards. "Louis!" Harry shouts and the next few minutes after that are a blur of shouts and fists flying left, right and centre. My hand connects with Ryan's nose the same time Harry hits him on the jaw. He lets out a pained growl before tackling us both to the ground, the three of us determined to cause maximum damage.

Soon, we were being prised apart, still lunging out angrily towards each other. Ryan had a black eye and his nose was bleeding freely, while my jaw was throbbing painfully. Harry was the only one who seemed to have come out without a scratch from the entire fight. He looked at me, the anger in his eyes suddenly replaced by concern and I feel my breath hitch.

"This is unacceptable!" Mr Johnson roared his face red with anger. "All of you to the principal's office. Now!"

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"He started it!"

"He's a fucking homophobe."

"Language Mr Styles!"

"I did nothing! They just started attacking me!"

"Attacked you?! You were asking for it!"

"Shut up, Tomlinson!"

"Don't talk to him like that, you moron!"

"That's it! All of you sit!" Mr Michaels, our principal slammed his hand down on the desk.

"But..."

"Not another word Andrews," Mr Michaels warns his expression dark. The three of us fell silent, staring glumly at the floor.

"Now, since we have calmed down, Louis what happened?" Mr Michaels asked, leaning back against his chair.

I glance at Harry who smiled at me reassuringly and I have to remind myself to not smile like an idiot at that before I turn to Mr Michaels, "Ryan started calling me and Harry stuff..." I trailed, watching Mr Michaels's eyebrows shoot up.

"You're lying!" Ryan shouted from my right, "Detention for the whole week Andrews," Mr Michaels says smoothly as if Ryan hadn't interrupted at all. Ryan's eyes went comically wide before he shrank back into his seat.

"Now, we do not encourage any kind of bullying here in West Hall nor do we encourage fighting of any sort. Mr Tomlinson and Mr Styles, you will be joining Mr Andrews here for detention for the entire week. And any more complaints about any kind, I mean any kind of disturbance and you'll be looking at suspension." Mr Michaels says sternly, shutting up any protests from our side.

"I don't think it's fair sir," Harry interjected, looking downright murderous. "He provoked us and we were only-"

"Didn't mean you had to turn it into a fist fight Harry," Mr .Michaels countered. "You could have reported the matter to your teacher, who would have-"

"Who wasn't there in the class at that time?" Harry argued and by the way the principal was glaring at him, I had a feeling that Harry would be getting that suspension much earlier than any of us.

"Don't," I say quietly, my hand coming to rest on his arm in a move that surprises even me. Harry looks startled but he visibly un-tenses his body as he resorts to muttering under his breath.

"Well, Mr Styles if you are done arguing, the three of you can leave," Mr Michaels gestures towards the door.

The silence between us is awkward to say the least and Harry doesn't help in the least by repeatedly brushing his arm against mine. It's bad enough that I have detention for the entire week with Ryan and Harry; I do not think that I'll be able to handle Harry being at such close proximity for an entire week. Not that I wouldn't enjoy that, I would of course, but then I'm afraid I might do something stupid -like forgetting to breathe or something like that.

"You're gonna regret this," Ryan snarls as he comes to a stop in front of us. The hallways are empty, and it's just the three of us right now.

"I would love to see you try. C'mon Lou," Harry pushes past Ryan, his hand vice-like around mine dragging me along. His hand leaves mine only when we reach the class to get our stuff and I'm disappointed when I feel the lack of contact between us. It's silent again as we walk out of the school, that is until Harry's hand curls around my hip, pulling me towards him.

"I think we'll have fun Louis," he whispers, his breath fanning against my face. His hand tightens just a tad more and then I feel his lips ghosting my jaw. He doesn't press in, knowing it hurts but it's more than enough.

Trust me; it's way more than enough.

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The title makes no sense whatsoever but I was listening to Dance with me and well...